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Jan 2016
You
You are etched in every word I draw, and you are heard by my audience. You were my go to, my angel. You were the reason I kept going and now that I have fallen I knew I had dropped you. I apologize for everything my angel, so forever rest in peace as I walk chained with brittle bones and no words to speak. Farewell my love, this will be that last.
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith
Written by
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith  Washington
(Washington)   
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